SEDUCING MY BIKER PROFESSOR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Adrian's POV I turned the lock on the doors and turned to her. "Now," I said, "Are we going to pretend we're actually going to talk about your critique, or are you going to tell me exactly why you spent the last hour trying to push me over the edge?” I fully intended to scold her. I pushed my hands into the pockets of my trousers, walking down towards her slowly, letting the silence do the work. I kept my expression cold and closed off. I locked away everything I was feeling, leaving only the professor I knew she hated so much. But Nirvana stood her ground. She did not retreat or step back. She just waited for me to reach her. "Why did you intentionally draw so much attention to yourself?" I demanded. My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I didn't soften it. I reached her and grabbed her jaw, tilting her head to look at me. "You are only humiliating yourself if you try to humiliate Sienna and stand out in this room." Nirvana flinched. The immediate hurt flashed a

Adrian's POV I slammed my lips onto hers the second the office door clicked shut. The kiss was intense and rough from the very first contact. Our tongues rolled together in a messy exchange. I pushed her backward into the dim room and the thud sealed us inside, cutting off the loud bass of the rock music vibrating through the clubhouse walls. But the silence in my office did nothing to quiet the noise screaming inside my head. I did not hold back. I did not want to be gentle or careful with her. I never had to be anything else with Danielle. I wanted to erase the memory of the classroom. I needed to erase the angry, disappointed look I had put on Nirvana's face just hours ago. My mind was a violent storm of guilt and consuming lust. I kept seeing the way Nirvana stood her ground against me. I kept seeing the defiant fire in her bright brown eyes when she delivered that art critique, calling out my nature in front of a hundred students. She was too smart, too observant and way to

Nirvana's POV I walked closely beside Leo across the campus. Frustration still boiled under my skin. It's been a few minutes since we left the lecture hall but he had remained silent. I knew Leo wanted to ask me questions about what had just happened inside that hall. I could see the confusion and the fear pulling his eyebrows tightly together. But he did not speak a single word about it. I knew he respected my personal space but his silence was loud. Seeing him look so scared of Adrian actually hurt me. Leo was my friend. He had been kind to me from the very first day I arrived here. He did not deserve to be treated with such hostility. Adrian had been a dick. A major dick at that. Adrian’s glare had been a ridiculous territorial hatred. It made zero sense to me. He constantly pushed me away, acting the ridiculous brother, yet he acted like a jealous possessor the second another man breathed in my direction. "Did Professor Harris say we needed to finish chapter four by tomorrow,

Adrian's POV "Look into my eyes and tell me this is nothing." Her voice was quiet. She held my gaze and didn't blink. I stood there looking back at her. The lie I had been rehearsing died in my throat. And I was done. "You want the truth?" I said. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into me before she had time to think about it. The air left her lungs in a rush. I walked her backward until the edge of the display table caught her. I stepped in close, trapping her between the wood and my body. Her thighs parted on instinct and I moved into the space, pressing myself flush against her. My cock was hard. There was no hiding it. I didn't try to, I rolled my hips forward deliberately and watched her eyes go wide. "You feel that?" I said against her ear, my voice dropping low. "That is what you do to me. Every single time you walk into a room." She made a sound that was small and fractured and it went straight to my dick. Her fingers curled into the front of my shirt lik

Nirvana's POV "Why did you think you could never have me?" I asked quietly. The question sat between us. Adrian looked away from me, his jaw working. The muscle in his cheek was tightening the way it did when he was fighting something he didn't want to say out loud. He reached out and took my hand. His grip was loose, almost careful. It was nothing like the way he usually touched me. "You need to go back to your brother, Nirvana." I pulled my hand away. "No. I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me." I stepped closer instead. I looked up at him and waited. The heat between us was immediate and suffocating. It was the kind that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room and everything to do with how long we had been standing this close while pretending we weren't. "Look into my eyes," I said, "and tell me this is nothing." His chest rose and fell against mine. His restraint was visible on his face, holding on by very little. "Tell me," I whispered. He reached out an